I was sitting in a lobby,
My child was playing Madden,
In walked a woman,
Her view was very candid,
Amidst these lines she sat down,
Hadn’t seen her before around town,
This opportunity was why I presented myself,
Behind her legs I began to melt,
Black lives matter much more than U think,
Brooms grew instant as we looked and blinked,
A constant figure that unlocks the pliers,
Releasing the grip she so desires,
My child understood the presence would shake,
Endeavored by the woman I could take,
Remembering his mom and the looks that would kill,
The dilemma were the brooms that took actions wheel,
This may seem a bit crazy at first,
But along with desire it becomes a curse,
Knowing that the lobby is a gateway to hell,
Shear factors of action is enough to sale,
The product of a black child begins the path,
In the fatherhood schemes of a bloodbath draft